When I was a kid, I was one of those students who loved to observe my teachers. I watched them as they entered the room, paid attention to the way they spoke and listened as they discussed their lessons; I even checked how they held chalks and wrote notes on the board. Back then, I saw myself mimicking my teachers as soon as I arrive home. I secretly bought my own box of dustless chalks, wrote keywords from the discussions we had for the day, and stood in from of my bed pretending to be like my teachers. This was how I reviewed then and now it feels weird recalling such experience.
Never did it cross my mind that I’d end up in the teaching field, but I would always consider it as my blessed detour in life. [Read more…]